365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy-Six

it is still not.
the end of my day.
so I do not consider.
this a late poem.
I will not self-inflict harm.
over some imaginary lost day.
when I have moved.
again.
to a semi-permanent affair.

I left the house today.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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